Thursday, October 13, 2011

While the title might be a slight exaggeration, anything in three digits feels like it must be hotter than hell. Trust me on this one. I left cool, gray, damp Seattle and landed in the blue sky and sunshine of Southern California... so far, so good. Walking out of the Burbank terminal was a shock, like walking into a preheated oven. All that lovely sunshine came with 99 F, and the day was still warming.

I've spent months lamenting the cool weather in the Pacific NW, whining that summer never arrived. Spring was damp and overcast and moved right on into Autumn. I wished hard for a warm Indian Summer transition into a sunny Fall. I might have been a bit smug about enjoying our 2011 Alaskan cruise despite the cool, wet days, and wondered why folks in the east and midwest were carrying on about the heat.